a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

but really the thing should be autonomous

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Style

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

kind of mythopoesis

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

in a post. I want to be remembered

currently

I am below everything.

but i respect your search

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike